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"
No
,
"
replied
Elinor
,
most
feelingly
sensible
of
every
fresh
circumstance
in
favour
of
Lucy
’
s
veracity
;
"
I
remember
he
told
us
,
that
he
had
been
staying
a
fortnight
with
some
friends
near
Plymouth
.
"
She
remembered
too
,
her
own
surprise
at
the
time
,
at
his
mentioning
nothing
farther
of
those
friends
,
at
his
total
silence
with
respect
even
to
their
names
.
"
Did
not
you
think
him
sadly
out
of
spirits
?
"
repeated
Lucy
.
"
We
did
,
indeed
,
particularly
so
when
he
first
arrived
.
"
"
I
begged
him
to
exert
himself
for
fear
you
should
suspect
what
was
the
matter
;
but
it
made
him
so
melancholy
,
not
being
able
to
stay
more
than
a
fortnight
with
us
,
and
seeing
me
so
much
affected
.
—
Poor
fellow
!
—
I
am
afraid
it
is
just
the
same
with
him
now
;
for
he
writes
in
wretched
spirits
.
I
heard
from
him
just
before
I
left
Exeter
;
"
taking
a
letter
from
her
pocket
and
carelessly
showing
the
direction
to
Elinor
.
"
You
know
his
hand
,
I
dare
say
,
a
charming
one
it
is
;
but
that
is
not
written
so
well
as
usual
.
—
He
was
tired
,
I
dare
say
,
for
he
had
just
filled
the
sheet
to
me
as
full
as
possible
.
"
Elinor
saw
that
it
WAS
his
hand
,
and
she
could
doubt
no
longer
.
This
picture
,
she
had
allowed
herself
to
believe
,
might
have
been
accidentally
obtained
;
it
might
not
have
been
Edward
’
s
gift
;
but
a
correspondence
between
them
by
letter
,
could
subsist
only
under
a
positive
engagement
,
could
be
authorised
by
nothing
else
;
for
a
few
moments
,
she
was
almost
overcome
—
her
heart
sunk
within
her
,
and
she
could
hardly
stand
;
but
exertion
was
indispensably
necessary
;
and
she
struggled
so
resolutely
against
the
oppression
of
her
feelings
,
that
her
success
was
speedy
,
and
for
the
time
complete
.
"
Writing
to
each
other
,
"
said
Lucy
,
returning
the
letter
into
her
pocket
,
"
is
the
only
comfort
we
have
in
such
long
separations
.
Yes
,
I
have
one
other
comfort
in
his
picture
,
but
poor
Edward
has
not
even
THAT
.
If
he
had
but
my
picture
,
he
says
he
should
be
easy
.
I
gave
him
a
lock
of
my
hair
set
in
a
ring
when
he
was
at
Longstaple
last
,
and
that
was
some
comfort
to
him
,
he
said
,
but
not
equal
to
a
picture
.
Perhaps
you
might
notice
the
ring
when
you
saw
him
?
"
"
I
did
,
"
said
Elinor
,
with
a
composure
of
voice
,
under
which
was
concealed
an
emotion
and
distress
beyond
any
thing
she
had
ever
felt
before
.
She
was
mortified
,
shocked
,
confounded
Fortunately
for
her
,
they
had
now
reached
the
cottage
,
and
the
conversation
could
be
continued
no
farther
.
After
sitting
with
them
a
few
minutes
,
the
Miss
Steeles
returned
to
the
Park
,
and
Elinor
was
then
at
liberty
to
think
and
be
wretched
.
However
small
Elinor
’
s
general
dependence
on
Lucy
’
s
veracity
might
be
,
it
was
impossible
for
her
on
serious
reflection
to
suspect
it
in
the
present
case
,
where
no
temptation
could
be
answerable
to
the
folly
of
inventing
a
falsehood
of
such
a
description
.
What
Lucy
had
asserted
to
be
true
,
therefore
,
Elinor
could
not
,
dared
not
longer
doubt
;
supported
as
it
was
too
on
every
side
by
such
probabilities
and
proofs
,
and
contradicted
by
nothing
but
her
own
wishes
.
Their
opportunity
of
acquaintance
in
the
house
of
Mr
.
Pratt
was
a
foundation
for
the
rest
,
at
once
indisputable
and
alarming
;
and
Edward
’
s
visit
near
Plymouth
,
his
melancholy
state
of
mind
,
his
dissatisfaction
at
his
own
prospects
,
his
uncertain
behaviour
towards
herself
,
the
intimate
knowledge
of
the
Miss
Steeles
as
to
Norland
and
their
family
connections
,
which
had
often
surprised
her
,
the
picture
,
the
letter
,
the
ring
,
formed
altogether
such
a
body
of
evidence
,
as
overcame
every
fear
of
condemning
him
unfairly
,
and
established
as
a
fact
,
which
no
partiality
could
set
aside
,
his
ill
-
treatment
of
herself
.
—
Her
resentment
of
such
behaviour
,
her
indignation
at
having
been
its
dupe
,
for
a
short
time
made
her
feel
only
for
herself
;
but
other
ideas
,
other
considerations
,
soon
arose
.
Had
Edward
been
intentionally
deceiving
her
?
Had
he
feigned
a
regard
for
her
which
he
did
not
feel
?
Was
his
engagement
to
Lucy
an
engagement
of
the
heart
?
No
;
whatever
it
might
once
have
been
,
she
could
not
believe
it
such
at
present
.
His
affection
was
all
her
own
.
She
could
not
be
deceived
in
that
.
